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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.