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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.