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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
ABC,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.