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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.