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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.