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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.