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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.