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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.