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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.