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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.