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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.