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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Crime to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.