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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
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Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.