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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.