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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.