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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.