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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.