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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.