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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.