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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.