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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
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.