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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.