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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.