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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Darondo,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.