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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.