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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.