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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.