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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.