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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Names,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.