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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.