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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 the Association 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.