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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.