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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.