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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Television,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Gong,
MDC,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.