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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.