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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.