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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.