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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.