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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 ABC 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.