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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.