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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.