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 Estonia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.