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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.