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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.