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 Italy 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.