Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
the Association,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.