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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.