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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.