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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.