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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.