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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.