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 Togo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.