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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.