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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.