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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.