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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Wings,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.