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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.