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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.