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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.