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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.