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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.