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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.