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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.