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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.