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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.