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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.