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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.