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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.