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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.