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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.