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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.