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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Names,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
PIL,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.