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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.