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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Q65,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.