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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Index,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.