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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
X-101,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.