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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.