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 Germany 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.