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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.