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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.