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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.