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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.