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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.