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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.