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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Hoover,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Wings,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.