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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.