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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.