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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.