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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.