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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Slave,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Organ,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.