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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.