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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Franke,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Index,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.