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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.