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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Visage,
DJ Style,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.