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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Evens to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.