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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.