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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Smog,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.