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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.