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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.