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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.