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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.