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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Index to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Pole,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.