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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Y Pants 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.