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 Norway 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.