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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.