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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.