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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Television,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Whodini,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.