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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.