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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.