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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.