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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.