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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.