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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.