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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.