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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Associates,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.