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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
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.