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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.