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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Q65,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.