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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Interpol,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.