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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.