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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.