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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.