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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.