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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
John Cale,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.