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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.