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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.