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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.