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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Wire,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.