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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.