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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Index,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.