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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Main Source,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.