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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.