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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.