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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.