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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.