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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.