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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.