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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.