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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.