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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.