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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.