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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Can,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.