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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.