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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Organ,
Inner City,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.