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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.