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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.