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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.