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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.