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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.