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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.