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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.