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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.