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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.