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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.