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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.