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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.