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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.