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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.