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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.