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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.