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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
the Slits,
MDC,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.