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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.