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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.