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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.