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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
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.