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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.