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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Brick,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.