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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.