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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.