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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.