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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.