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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Q65 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.