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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.