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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
World's Most,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.