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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.