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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.