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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.