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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.