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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.