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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.