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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.