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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.