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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.