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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.