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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.