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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
DNA,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.