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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
ABC,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.