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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.