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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.