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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.