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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.