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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.