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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Faust,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.