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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.