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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.