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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.