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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Slits,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Fear,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.