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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Swans,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.