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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.