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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.