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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.