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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.