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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.