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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.