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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.