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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.