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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.