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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.