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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
UT,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.