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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.