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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.