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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.