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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.