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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.