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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.