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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.