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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.