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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.