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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.