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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Wire,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.