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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Index,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.