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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.