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 Chad and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.