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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.