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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.