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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.