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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.