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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.