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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.