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 Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.