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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.