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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.