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 Russia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Litter,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.