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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.