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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.