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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.