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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.