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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.