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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.