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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.