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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.