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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.