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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.