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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Gong,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.