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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.