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 Angola and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.