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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.