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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.