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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.