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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.