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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.