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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.