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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.