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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.