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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.