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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Visage,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.