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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.