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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.