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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Scion,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.