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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.