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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.