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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.