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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.