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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.