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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.