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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.