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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.