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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
PIL,
Fear,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.