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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.