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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.