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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.