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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Skaos,
cv313,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.