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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.