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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.