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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.