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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
UT,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.