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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Magma,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.