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 Palau and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.