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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.