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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.