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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.