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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.