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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.