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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Audionom,
UT,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.