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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.