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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ronan 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.