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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.