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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
UT,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.