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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.