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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.