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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.