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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.