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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.