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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.