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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.