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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Nico,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.