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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
UT,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.