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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.