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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.