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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.