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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.