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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.