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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.