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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.