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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Pole,
DNA,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.