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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.