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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Urselle,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.