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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.