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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
MC5,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.