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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.