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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.