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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.