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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Motions,
X-101,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.