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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cramps,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Ludus,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.