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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Move,
Cymande,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.