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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.