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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.