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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.