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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.