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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.