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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.