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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.