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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.