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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.