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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.