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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Brick,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.