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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 London and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.