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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.