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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.