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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.