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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.