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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.