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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.