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 Honduras and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.