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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.