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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Evens,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.