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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.