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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.