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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Scion,
X-102,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.