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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kayak,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.