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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.