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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.