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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.