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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.