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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.