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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.