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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.