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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Mars,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.