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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.