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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
JFA,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
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.