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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.