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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.