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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.