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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.