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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.