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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.