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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.