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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.