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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.