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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.