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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.