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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.