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 Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.