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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.