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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.