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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.