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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Faust,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.