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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s 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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.