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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
UT,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.