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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.