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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.