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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.