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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.