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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.