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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.