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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Association to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.