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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.