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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.