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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
June Days,
X-101,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.