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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.