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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Technova,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.