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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.