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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.