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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.