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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
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.