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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.