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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.