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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fear to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.