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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.