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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.