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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.