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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.