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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.