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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.