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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.