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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.