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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.