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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.