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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.