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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.