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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.