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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.