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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.