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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.