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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
the Association,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.