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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.