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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.