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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.