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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.