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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.