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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.