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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.