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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.