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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.