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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.