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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 808 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.