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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.