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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Scion,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.