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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.