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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.