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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Pole,
The Busters,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.