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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Pole,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.