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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.