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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.