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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.