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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.