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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.