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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.