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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.