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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.