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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Move,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.