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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.