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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
PIL,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.