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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.