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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Visage,
Wings,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.