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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.