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 China and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.