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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.