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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.