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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.