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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.