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 France and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.