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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
June Days,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.