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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.