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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.