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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.