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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.