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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.