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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.