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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.