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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Echospace,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.