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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
This Heat,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.