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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.