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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.