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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.