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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.