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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.