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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.