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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.