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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.