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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.