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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.