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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.