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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Cure,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
the Association,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.