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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.