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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.