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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.