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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.