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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.