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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.