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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.