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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.