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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.