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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.