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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.