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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.