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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.