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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.