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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
World's Most,
UT,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.