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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Franke,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Organ,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.