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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.