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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.