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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.