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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.