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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.