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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
UT,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.