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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.