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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.