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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.