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 China and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.