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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.