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 Belize and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.