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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.