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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.