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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.