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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.