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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.