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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.