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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.