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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
MC5,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.