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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.