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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.