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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.