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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.