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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.