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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.