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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.