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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
DNA,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.