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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.