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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.