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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.