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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.